Erica lent her back against the dashboard, feet on the headrest of the chair. She held her hand at arms length and inspected her nails. Isaac regarded her with quiet disinterest, sat in the backseat, tossing his phone and catching it.

The silence between them was comfortable, and neither felt the need to talk. They never had. Erica had never really had anyone to talk to before the Bite, and now even when she had the attention part of her felt uncomfortable talking. Isaac had only really had a couple of friends, and he tended to keep himself to himself, the only friend he'd ever had over was Scott, when he'd fallen out with Stiles and stayed the night, only to leave because his father got violent.

So the two sat, listening to a slow, sad song with a soft melody. Erica tilted her head in time to the hypnotic beat, humming along to the simple tune.

"Do you ever wonder what things would be like without the bite?"

Erica looked up and smiled cruelly.

"Why make myself upset?" She snarked, flicking hair over her shoulder. "I have everything," she stretched her arms out as wide as the car they were sat in would let them.

Isaac nodded, looking down at his hands. His phone wallpaper was his brother and him when they were younger. He could make out the light yellow up and down his brothers arms, and see the more purple patterns decorating his own skin.

"I think about it a lot. My dad wouldn't be dead,"

"Yes, but he'd still be beating you up. We needed the bite, Isaac. Epilepsy was destroying my life, and now look at me. And you, you needed to stop your father," Erica went back to studying her perfect nails. She looked at Isaac a while later, and her eyes softened.

"You still miss him though right. Because he was your family?"

"Sort of. I miss my brother more... he'd be disappointed in me if he could see us all now,"

Erica swung her feet down and lent forward, so her face was close to Isaac's.

"Disappointed..." She said, almost swirling the word around in her mouth in disgust. "In you..."

Her head tilted and her hair fell, covering her face partially. Isaac searched her eyes for any element of empathy or compassion.

"I don't even like my family. My parents say I was an accident and my sister's a nightmare. Derek has to lock me up every full moon just to stop me going after them. You're lucky, Isaac. You don't have to deal with that, with the questions. I mean, moving out was the best thing I ever did, but they still ask,"

"You wouldn't be saying any of that if you ever felt loss for someone," Isaac spat, pushing her shoulder so her fell back against the dashboard. His eyes darkened, taking on a yellow tinge. "What's your sister's name?"

"Eva," She said, cooly, brushing her long hair back in indignation.

"How old is she?"

"14,"

"Imagine your 14 year old sister, covered in blood, eyes wide with terror and mouth open in a silent scream. Imagine her throat ripped open as she was begging for you to stop. Imagine the last thing your little sister seeing was you, teeth out, all wolf on her, ripping her body apart because she's ANNOYING. I would give anything to have my brother back!" Isaac's eyes returned to normal as he saw the tears cascading down her cheeks. A shuddering breath fell from her mouth.

Slowly she fell forward and kissed Isaac. Not in a sexual way. But it was her way of saying she was sorry. And in some ways that she felt his pain. He froze, and pushed her off him.

He shook his head and got out of the car as Derek walked towards them.

"Sorry for keeping you two," he said, climbing in. Isaac continued to walk, down the street away from the safety of the street lamps and into the dark, where no one could see him crying.